Category: Twitter Poems

The haze is thick like silence,
the moment heavy as lead,
how long can she carry this,
should hope be left unsaid.

A sheet of glass, the estuary lies,
fragile to our step, it whispers
words yet makes no sound
and hastens not the time.

A low song stretches across
the water of the high tide,
the horizon is a long way
from the known shore.

It was another time,
almost another galaxy,
but yet the stories
we unfolded over
wine and flame
still had so much to tell.

Come inside,
we all agree,
we’ll give you a tick,
we’ll invite you in
so you can herd us
to your penitentiary.

It’s a rainy day in paradise,
there’s fire in the hearth
and water on the window;
I slumber in the armchair,
far from hysteria and fear.

There is silence in the compound
we can’t speak without a sound
barbed wire is stretched and strained
our hearts are tightly bound.

And while we fawn
she takes away our
individuality,
makes us
all wards of the
dark State and legislates
for personal morality;
history shows the letter
of the law kills everything
but we overlook that
as just a formality.

We sang the hymns,
those songs of truth,
and our hearts rose
to their sacred tunes
and soared on their belief
to touch the very edge
of heaven itself.

I turn the page,
every day
I turn the page
but the story
never changes,
even though the words
I try to rearrange.